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He wrote a new poem today
Composed after hours
There in the middle-distance
Down the street half a block
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Following one week
It was fairly fatigued, so It spoke:
'May there be one rotation of the globe
Devoted to meals out-of-doors, including fermented grapes and manna'
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Hello to the words on the page! When we meet it is like pictures in the mind; it is like slipping behind a mask made of smoke and speaking in the voice of a stranger; it is transformative. Thank you words, I am flabbergasted, amused, and terrified. We are trapped
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Slowly shaking her head,
Mouthing words,
She warned me away;
But I saw you
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She's riding shotgun in his heart

Never pull the trigger
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Last night I had a dream,
A garden party with Radish Moran,
In which I wore your dress.
At the end of the night
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thirsting for the sacred
streams of forgetfulness
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'Twas Christmas
And the lithe wee bells did gyre and jingle in the wabe
All nimbly were the stockings hung
While consulting astrolabe.
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'Daddy, ' said the little man, 'are you 'fraid of Eateemores? '
'Of what, dear? '
'Of Eateemores.'
The little man had a serious, probing look in his amber eyes.
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Behind the face, the skull within
The organ pulses.
Beyond the brain, the mind: a place
Without substance.
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There is pride in endeavouring
To have no pride at all
A diabolic il-oba ida
Following a fall
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Two eyes, afloat
Sloshing about on a bus
Buoyant on the tide of
Watery ooze -that is to say,
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You say the pain is back
behind your face
between your ears?
Place one plump blueberry
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Thirteen is a number
and this number thirteen
is a number that only goes into
thirteen
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First, a singular spirit who
Comes to us now and then
Goes without saying
Goodbye
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#pomes ar dum
excep teh juans i mek
sais all le franch
an tou les poemetieres
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Web people
Live in a web
But those who
Pull the strings
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A lark for a pussy-cat, getting something for nothing
Siamese cats swimming Southward
Swallowing the small birds they seduce
Whose titterings seem
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It is yet worth the effort
To put oneself forward in order
To put oneself in order. Be forward
Be playful, be brave.
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There is time for thought
To stop the ardour
Of the human heart
But such emotions
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